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June 9, 2013
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the world is breaking on the edge
of my tongue, and my fingers can’t stop

the words we meant to say are shrieking
screaming clamoring at our feet
and still we split the earth

once for the broken souls

twice for the blind eyes

the plates are shifting beneath
my feet and I can smell the chaos
it forms a whirlwind around me and I
collapse inward

there is debris in our future, but we
keep saying there’s

I wonder how long we can continue
to weave elaborate lies

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